Today at work, a man was spotted peeing in the bushes. I was told he was a very elderly man. It was very upsetting to the woman who spotted him. Back when my son was little, a toddler, he spent alot of time at my father's home. That is where my son learned to pee in the woods. My nephew, who is 3 months younger than my firstborn, also spent alot of time at my father's home. Right after my nephew had his firstborn, he told his wife he could not wait to teach him how to pee in the woods. As my son was growing older, he came upon my uncle peeing in his back yard. My uncle had bladder control problems. One night after my 2nd divorce, my son and I, I think he was about 4, maybe 5 years old, anyway, we had just came back from the ocean. I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of triggling pee. My son was in my room peeing on my suitcases. Years later, after my father was diagnosed with cancer, him and my mom came here to visit. They slept in my bedroom. I awakened to find my mom cleaning up urine in the corner of my bedroom. Later on, they visited my relatives at the ocean and my mom said suddenly as they were watching television, my father got up and went to pee on the television. Today, my mom's male friend is in a nursing home. He doesn't like to leave to go visit people for he has bladder problems and is embarrassed.
Seems to me, when you gotta go, you gotta go. Also, I remember a trip to Atlanta with my mom, dad, grandmother, aunt, uncle, and my firstborn. We had been to see the Braves play. On the way back to my uncle's house, in the middle of downtown Atlanta, I had to go! We stopped at a hotel and me and my father went in and requested to use their restrooms. They said no. We walk outside and my father says, "Holly, squat behind the bushes". I did. When you gotta go, you gotta go.
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